Come on, Tom, you must have a secret sexual fantasy!' They all laughed. No, not really, I said. I'm off to bed anyway. It's past four! Don't make to; much din when you come up.' We had been to a stag party together and it had been a disturbing evening. A group of the boys had thought it very funny to strip the Joss, the groom-to-be, hold him down naked on the table and then get Alan, the undeniably pretty boy amongst us, to wank him off as he fought to escape. And he did fight. No, Alan, no! It's my bloody wedding night tomorrow. I'll have nothing to give her. Oh no! Please!' But Alan wanked him on and on. How he must have regretted having so many gay mates! I was so hard I knew my erection must be tent poling out of my jeans. The precum was bubbling from his huge erection through Alan's long, rather feminine fingers. One or two of the boys were openly fingering themselves through their jeans. One unzipped and was openly wanking. Cone on, Joss, come for me!' said Alan laughing, his eyes sparkling, tongue between his teeth as he worked his victim faster. Joss began to gasp, his body was beginning to jerk his panting grew heavier. I'll give you one last chance,' laughed Alan, knowing he had him completely in his power now. I'll stop right now if you want to save yourself for tomorrow night. Or would you like me to finish you off.' Oh, he knew he had him. Finish me, finish me!' gasped Joss and they all laughed and cheered as Alan's expert hand wanked him off into a great spurting white column of jizz that squirted through his hand and across the table. And still he showed him no mercy. He milked that helpless lad on and on, the spurting and squirting dying away until he begged him to stop. But even then he continued to stroke and to fondle his balls, feeling, pressing, expertly tickling, running two finger under his victim, probing and arousing until, to another great cheer, the erection slowly returned and as Joss screamed in sweet agony Alan fetched him off again, a thinner paler cum,, until he was quite, quite dry. You bastard, you bastard!' he whimpered. Alan laughed. I always wanted to have you. For the rest of your life you won't remember your wedding night, you'll remember your stag night. And you'll come round and beg me for more.' When we went home we talked about it and all sorts of wild fantasies. I kept quiet, although I had never been so excited, deep down. What I had seen had excited me so much that my pulse was racing like a Ferrari. So when I went to bed ahead of the rest I was desperate to ease my swollen balls, to squirt the way Joss had in Alan's hands. I began to stroke, conjuring up a mental image of what I had seen. Then the light went on and there they all stood in the doorway. I told you!' Alan crowed. `Desperate for it. Let's get him stripped and stretched out!'
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